Hi everyone, knowing other people have gone through this nightmare helps a lot. I have a long road of psychotherapy ahead of me that i wish would be unnecessary as long as i just left the hall for good - and maybe it will be - i keep forgetting i haven't taken that leap of faith to find out. I'm still having panic attacks from hell because i'm looking for reasons to stay in this thing when my conscience just wants out. My body is carrying all the stress of my mind saying "if only everyone i loved would wake up" and as most of us here would know, that's completely beyond our control :( :( :( :( :(
I was out yesterday and JW's from my hall who are just new to the hall i attend were nearby and even that was making me anxious. I don't think its solely limited to the bullshit on the platform. I just have to think about them and get worked up. It's weird though... when i'm sitting in the hall, there are trigger words that make me sick! I now take mind control seriously. Those trigger words all have to do with the organization itself. The only time i didn't have a panic attack in the past few months was when the WT was somewhat about Jesus. Call it crazy, but i was oddly calm. BUT Not because i was focused on the WT article itself (i never am) but because i was thinking about Jesus my own way, not reading along. Then i started to cry discreetly, and it was the first time i was ever moved in a kingdom hall. It didn't come from the platform, it came from within me, where Jesus says the kingdom is. JW's dont believe that because they're spiritually dead. I know thats harsh but thats the conclusion i've come to.
This wont make sense to atheists, but the more i pray, the harder it is to stay in there. Jesus says you'll know the truth and it'll set you free, but not while i'm chained to the org, still. I'm no longer leaving with thoughts of "Where to now?" i know what it is to follow Jesus, when 6 months ago, when all this started happening mildly, i didn't know that yet. I hadn't studied the bible on it's own and i couldn't imagine not belonging to something that did all the thinking for me.
But the more i pray and read the Bible (and NOT the corrupt NWT) the more I find scriptures that confirm JWs are not the truth. Scriptures that I've never heard in a KH. The other night i listened and read along with LittleToe's final talk and got extremely emotional. THAT was a "spiritual banquet" not WT crap.
Please bear with me, because it might sound crazy, but my whole motivation to stay in the mess is a man and he is so deep into it, it's not funny. I have this stupid fantasy i suppose of marrying him because he's so nice, loves God, blah blah, but I'm trying to think of it this way: he would stand idly by while his family, friend, or his wife (if that was to be me) died from refusing blood. I'm trying to see how terrible marrying a JW could be, as opposed to what i've been brought up to believe: they're the best men in the world, basically. I've got rose coloured glasses on, but these panic attacks are showing me whats really going down. I have friends married to JW men and they're like stepford wives, really. Look alike, sound alike, think alike. And yet some part of me is apparently harboring a desire to join them!? And their husbands do shitkicker jobs for a living in order to pioneer. I think this back and forth thinking is fuelling an impending nervous breakdown.
I did the phone meeting the other night just to see if i could have a panic attack from the crap while in my house. No. I didn't get the symptoms, but my bullshit detector went off like crazy. had i BEEN THERE, i would have had a full blown attack. This time they were saying "If you look like the world in hairstyle and dress, will Jesus recognize you when he returns?" SERIOUSLY WTF!? What happened to reading hearts? When did it become all about appearances? Jesus even says something about "being outwardly beautiful and inwardly, whitewashed graves." I wanted to scream down the phone "Would you recognize him if he's not wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, Pharisees!?"
It just gets MORE and MORE ridiculous.
I think i have to cut it completely. The more I go back, the more i find reasons to stay when my conscience doesn't want to and is fighting me right until I'm in the car park of the hall when it's over. I guess, at the end of the day there's no REAL purpose to be there, the bad exceeds the good, and thats all my mind can concentrate on.